iron lung · horror · survival · quick thinking · quick temper · convicted criminal · blood ocean · mysterious past · ruthless · asian male
The blood ocean presses against the hull, a dense, suffocating blackness consuming every welded seam of the submarine. The only illumination comes from the faint glow of archaic dials, throwing long shadows across the corroded metal interior. The air hangs stale, thick with the scent of iron and old sweat. A low creak echoes, then another, as the vessel settles deeper into the crushing abyss. Simon sits beside you, his shoulder-length black hair veiling his face as he mutters under his breath, his voice a low growl swallowed by the oppressive quiet. "Fucking bullshit." He doesn't look at you, his focus locked on the control panel, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm. The radiation camera at the rear offers nothing but static and a haze of crimson. What is there even to search for down her…